Spanish Ladies The Longest Johns
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[Verse 1]
Farewell and adieu to you, Spanish ladies
Farewell and adieu to you, to you ladies of Spain;
For we've received orders for to sail for old England
But we hope very soon we shall see you again
{Chorus}
We'll rant and we'll roar like true British sailors
We'll rant and we'll roar all on the salt seas;
Until we strike soundings in the Channel of old England:
From Ushant to Scilly it's thirty-five leagues
[Verse 2]
We hove our ship to, with the wind at sou'-west, boys
We hove our ship to, our soundings to see;
We rounded and sounded, got fourty five fathoms
Then we squared our main yard and up channel steered we
{Chorus}
We'll rant and we'll roar like true British sailors
We'll rant and we'll roar all on the salt seas;
Until we strike soundings in the Channel of old England:
From Ushant to Scilly it's thirty-five leagues
[Verse 3]
The next land we made t'was called the Deadman
Next Rame Head off Plymoth, off Portland the Wight
Then we sailed by Beachy, by Fairlee and Dungeness
'til we came abreast of the South Foreland light
Farewell and adieu to you, Spanish ladies
Farewell and adieu to you, to you ladies of Spain;
For we've received orders for to sail for old England
But we hope very soon we shall see you again
{Chorus}
We'll rant and we'll roar like true British sailors
We'll rant and we'll roar all on the salt seas;
Until we strike soundings in the Channel of old England:
From Ushant to Scilly it's thirty-five leagues
[Verse 2]
We hove our ship to, with the wind at sou'-west, boys
We hove our ship to, our soundings to see;
We rounded and sounded, got fourty five fathoms
Then we squared our main yard and up channel steered we
{Chorus}
We'll rant and we'll roar like true British sailors
We'll rant and we'll roar all on the salt seas;
Until we strike soundings in the Channel of old England:
From Ushant to Scilly it's thirty-five leagues
[Verse 3]
The next land we made t'was called the Deadman
Next Rame Head off Plymoth, off Portland the Wight
Then we sailed by Beachy, by Fairlee and Dungeness
'til we came abreast of the South Foreland light
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